Rotting Procession

My lungs, they no longer draw breath
The stench of eons past, my very flesh corrupted
I, the embodiment of decay
Forever changing, stagnant no longer

This temple, this organic structure
Shadowed beneath swarms of flies
How eager do their wings seek my carry
A lord amongst atrophy am I

The seed of undoing germinates within me
Seizing my nervous system in so disgusting a manner
How sickeningly do I hunger
Morals corrupted through appetence

This perversion, this desire I shall no longer refuse
How unnerving my silence, but even in silence have you trembled
How loathsome that which enshrouds me
Oh, my beauty, the mirth of my desire

How lecherous that within me grows
I beseech your forgiveness
Oh, death, eternal requiem
How your decaying hands shall stay my feet no more

My head anointed in disgust, it irrigates these veins
With a hunger so profound
That not even my love for another
Could prevent me from appeasing

My mind, my very thoughts
Have become this sickness embodied
I won't stop until the screaming does
I won't stop until the screaming dies
I won't stop until the screaming dies